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-🦇- ρɛтιтɛ мσят -🩸-

“I’m bleeding.” - “I know baby…All over my sheets.”

DAMIANO/READER •°• vampire filth, blood-soaked pwp

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you & vampire-rockstar-hybrid -heartbreaker Damiano have a strange arrangement...

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CW: discussions of mental health issues, suicide ideation, knife kink, bodily harm. written by an adult, about adults, for adults

× PART ONE × PART TWO {more parts coming soon!} ° month 1 ° month 6

🎃want more vampire måneskin? ethan {𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱/𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱} thomas {𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔩} victoria {𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩}

preview of upcoming PETITE MORT PART 3(VERY NSFW!) wordcount: 2,745

- WEEK 20 -

You were walking around a brand new apartment. Familiar items caught your eye as you tried to commit this floorplan to memory, your wide eyes darting all around so as to not miss any details.

Damiano had been teasing this new home for you for a while. He had assured you that you would be moving somewhere new, but had never promised it by a set date. His critiques of your apartment had increased substantially, comparing it to the far superior new apartment that had only been an abstract concept to you.

Until now. Until you were walking through the renovated apartment a few floors down from his penthouse. You weren’t going to be living with him - it would be foolish to think something like that would happen, he was still definitely not your boyfriend. But he wanted you and the baby you were carrying closer to him. He had made it inescapably clear that your apartment wasn’t good enough for any child of his - saying the same about your waitressing job, forcing you to resign.

Now you would be living rent-free in a neighbourhood you had never hoped to afford. He had organised removalists, getting your things in place amongst what he had bought to fill out the spacious apartment. All that you had to move from one home to another was your body.

You were now physically moving into a new stage of your life. Very little was familiar and you were even more uncertain than you had been four months ago.

You found him in the master bedroom, looking very comfortable and not even slightly out of place as he sat on the bed that was larger than any you had ever owned. He smiled at the sight of you, which always made you think he was up to something. You gave the room a thorough look over, noting the books on pregnancy that rested on your nightstand. There were things that you had owned for years, like a purple and green painting created by a high school friend whom you no longer spoke to. Some photographs had been framed and put on display (capturing happy memories of you with your best friends, Sebastian and Sally), but none of them featured Damiano.

“You’re showing more.” He said, getting your attention.

You stopped looking at the collection of modest necklaces draped over a jewellery tree. Now you looked down at your tummy, which was definitely getting rounder with each passing day - but it didn’t appear to be straining against the fabric of your hoodie, demanding to be noticed. You ran a hand down your front, feeling the home of your mysterious child. “Am I?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna take that as the compliment I meant it to be, or is this going to be an excuse for you to go into one of your annoying spirals?”

“If you say that it’s a compliment, then it is, sir.” You said, resting your hand at the top of your bump.

“Good. How about you come over here and let me admire you some more?” It wasn’t a request and you acted accordingly. “Give me more to compliment.”

He didn't hesitate in grabbing the bottom of your jumper and immediately pulling it up, away from your body. You lifted your arms above your head, putting up no resistance to his efforts and soon the garment was removed. He tossed it aside and as soon as his hands were available, they went to your tummy. The cool metal of his numerous rings contrasted with the warmth of his fingers, lovingly cupping your stomach.

"It's so pretty. Do you have any idea how much this suits you?" He asked, slowly caressing your skin. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him, he was so genuine in this moment that you couldn't help feeling a few butterflies in your stomach. It was the sunshine that could blind you, it could make you forget all of his snarky or downright hurtful comments.

"If I had known how fuckin' gorgeous you would look pregnant, I would have started breeding you that first night you let me have you." He said and the intensity of his gaze, coupled with how he traced his fingertips up-and-down your exposed sides, elicited shivers from you. The excitement surged down your spine and your nipples were soon standing at attention beneath your bra.

“Really?” You asked.

“Absolutely, honey.” He said, letting you feel his fingernails drag lightly against your skin.

“What would you have done?” You asked.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you in close. You licked your lips and rested your hands on his shoulders. Before you could begin to think of your next move, he was making his - twisting his body and forcing you to move from your spot. You didn’t resist the way that his hands guided you, bringing you down to the bed. You laid out flat on your back, feeling your breath coming in quicker as the atmosphere in this unfamiliar room seemed to shift. The way he was looking at you made you want to squirm.

“I would have put you into a lovely mating press and just pounded myself dry on you.” He said.

You furrowed your brow. “What’s a- have we ever done that before?”

He rolled his eyes. “Literally, you have had the most uninspired idiots screwing you.” He placed himself on his knees, down by your legs. “Mating press is achieved by you raising these…” He didn’t ask if you were interested in a live demonstration, he just grabbed your ankles and got to work repositioning you.

“Yep, we want them nice and high.” He said, lifting your legs until your ankles were almost at your shoulders. Even though you still wore pants and underwear, you were feeling very exposed as your blood went coursing into new areas. “Then I would come in here…” He moved into the space beneath your ass. “And my legs overlap yours as I kind of squat…”

He placed himself partially on top of you, your gut tightening as you took notice of how your genitals were now lined up. His hands remained on your ankles, keeping you locked into this position.

“I would hold onto your legs like this. Do you see how that would give me deeper penetration?” He asked, looking down at you as you wondered if he had seen the way you had started to tremble. “And it’s perfect for me to keep driving my cock into you while also pulling you onto it.” He grabbed your hip and jerked you up, making your breath hitch. “Do you get it now, preziosa?”

“Yeah.” You said. “But…”

He was smirking as he let go of your hip, raising this hand to your face and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. “Just say it.” You began smiling too - he always swore that telepathy was a myth, but there were times when his ability to guess what you were thinking was truly uncanny. “Say it and if you ask nicely enough maybe I’ll do it."

He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you instantly wrapped your lips around it. "Say that you want me to show you every single way that I've fantasised about breeding you."

"Please, that's what I want, sir." You said.

He swooped down, taking his thumb away from you so that he could kiss you. His lips crushed against yours and the pressure on your legs increased, before he was pulling away.

You craved more, but before you could begin to complain, he was taking off his tank top. With his hands gone, you lowered your legs to a more natural position and grabbed for the waistband of your yoga pants, working them down. You swiftly got naked with him.

He let you secure a few more kisses before he was bending you back into position. You were looking into his eyes as you rested your hands on your raised calves, a feeble attempt to brace yourself for what would come next. Your pussy was spread and you felt the pressure building up in your body before he got on top of you.

He perched in front of you, parts of your body overlapping. One hand held your leg while the other went to his dick, guiding it towards your cunt. Working forward, he filled his shaft into you. His legs pushed into yours as he kept coming closer.

He was going all the way in, seemingly wanting to find out how much you could take immediately. And he faced no resistance from you - your very sensitive body was so receptive to him, spawning appreciation for every sensation. His eyes were alight with excitement as he moved to get his hips pressed right up against you.

“Good girl, taking me so deep.” He purred. No longer needing his hand on his dick, he instead put it to your other leg. “You look just as fuckin’ amazing like this as I had imagined. I don’t even care that I can’t breed you a second time, I still wanna unload into you and mark that pussy up as my property, even more than it already is.”

In addition to feeling how his dick twitched between your walls, you could see the cracks in his façade that indicated how he wanted to lose control. His breath was coming in quicker, with less consistency. The way that his eyes had begun to dart all over your body hinted at how his thoughts were racing.

“Will you let me do that?” He asked.

You didn’t have the chance to answer before he was stunning you with a sudden jerking of his hips. It was more than you were ready for, your mouth falling uselessly open.

“Will you?” He asked, rocking back ever so slightly.

His hips snapping sharply into you surprised you all over again, evoking tingles through your body. As your breath halted, you forgot to answer him.

“Will you?” He repeated as he delivered another powerful jolt into your cunt.

You were more than ready to surrender to him, your chest swelling as your desires climbed higher. “Yes.” It was difficult to get your voice above a strained whisper right now. “Yessir.”

This was enough for him to set into a consistent tempo, his hands fiercely gripping your legs as he jackhammered his dick into you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your cunt hugging tighter to him. Spellbound by everything that you were feeling, your body had begun to clench.

You were being stretched and pulled, it was all so overwhelming, in the best way possible. You let the fire build up inside of you.

At the feeling of his pointer finger resting on your stomach, you opened your eyes. He was staring down at it.

"What's in there?" He asked.

You arched your back, beginning to try meeting his bucks. “Your baby, sir.”

“Yeah, because I got you good and pregnant, didn’t I?” He asked.

“So pregnant.”

Everything was coming at you so fast with no opportunity to gain your bearings. Your mind was filled with sparks of excitement, making it impossible for you to string together a coherent thought. All that you knew was to keep your hips in motion, needing to serve his desires.

You chased one intimidating collision after the other, knowing that you could fall apart at any second. You rocked your hips with him as he caressed his fingers across your developing belly.

This position gave him all of the control that he needed and he was soon finding the correct angle. You cried out in response to him snapping into your sweet spot. Your head slumped back and it felt like your legs were starting to go numb.

Your whimpers were coming in louder and more frequently as you faced the greatest threats to your composure. His passion possessed you as your own noises mixed with his breathy moans to fill your ears. Even with your eyes shut, you were hyper-aware of him, his presence imposing on you and never losing its importance.

As your sensitive walls clung to him, you felt the precum spilling into you, his tip driving in so deep with every determined movement. His fingernails were digging into the skin of your thighs as his tempo remained intact, just as dedicated to making you a ruin.

You cried out, your desperation taking you over, assuming dominance as everything else fell away. “Please, please…”

“What’s that, my little pet?” He asked.

“Need- gonna cuh-um, need you to-...” More words got stuck in your throat and your toes were curling. “Plea-please let me.” The rest came out as nonsense whines.

These transformed into ecstatic screams when he gave you the signifying slap on your ass. The walls were crashing down all around you and with a couple more thrusts, you secured the freedom of your orgasm.

He didn’t let you peacefully float away, still spanking you as he powered between your clenching walls. While you were slumping, he rocked forward, more of his weight pressing on your elevated legs. You were so small, trapped beneath his frenzied body and he was only getting closer. He strived to be buried in so deep, letting your cunt milk the orgasm out of him.

He reached his peak with a series of breathless cursing, his load shooting into you. He remained on top of you, still buried so deep. You secured some relief for yourself by lowering your legs, moving them to lie out on either side of him. You began to catch your breath, steadily coming down.

Finally he sat up a little, planting his hands on the mattress and extending his arms. But he didn't move much further away. You opened your eyes, seeing the way that he was hovering over you, observing you.

He drew a gasp out of you when he snapped his hips into you. You spasmed under him, your mouth hanging open.

Then he jerked into you again. You were kept suspended at this height, unable to prepare yourself for what he might do next.

Before you could calm down any, he gave another buck. His eyes were fixed on you, drinking in your responses as time slowly slipped by.

He licked his lips and rutted forward another time. "We need that cum real fuckin' deep, don't we? I don't want any of that to slip out." He jerked into you. "And you don't want to lose a single drop because you love it, don't you, huh?"

You writhed, tense as you remained on this edge. "Yes, I do, I love it, luh-love it."

"Because you're just a cumslut." He said with another controlled buck.

"Mm-hmm, I am, I am." You whimpered.

He gave you one last powerful thrust then started to pull away with a groan. Your mind felt fried as he moved to lay alongside you. You were shivering and your vision was filled with stars. You felt adrift from reality, not knowing how to come down yet.

"See, now you get it." He said, his voice gentle and you knew he would be in a good mood for a while. "Now you know what a mating press is. So when I say that's how I want to breed you, you'll understand what's coming for you, huh?"

You were still getting your breath back. "Yep, I understand now."

His hand stroked your arm. "Aw, look at you, little girl. Learning exhausts you, huh?"

"That's one way to put it." You said. The tingles were radiating through your body as you rolled onto your side, getting more comfortable, you didn't think it would take much for you to fall asleep.

"I suppose this is the best time to tell you that I have no idea where they put the clean linen." He said.

The yet-to-be-met they, Damiano's underlings, a group of vampires who did errands for him and kept all of his secrets. They had set up this new home for you. You didn't know their names, or how much they knew about you. You weren't sure you would like to meet them.

"Oh, uh, I'm sure I'll find the cupboard it's all in." You said, opening your eyes to look at him beside you. "I really like the apartment, thank you. I'm sure the baby is gonna like it too."

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pjisskullourful · 2 years

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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

🦇Victoria × reader [best wishes for ˢᵖᵒᵒᵏᵗᴴᴼᴱᵇᵉʳ, from the halloQween🎃]

NSFW🔥 bloodsucking backstage-fucking debauchery

° Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° Victoria covers for you after you sneak backstage ahead of a Måneskin gig & invites you into her dressing room for an unusual encounter [based in Moore Park, Australia]

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° anon request: I just thought about vampire!vic meeting you backstage and deciding to eat something and get a treat too [requests are open. but commissions are priority! there is currently 1 commission in cue] ° inspired by two erotic audios ° title taken from TEETH by 5SOS

“Eyelash technician?” The security guard repeated your lie back to you.

But the broad-shouldered man had yet to shepherd you out of the building, which meant that your scheme wasn’t yet dead. You had bet on this average man not knowing much about the reality of eyelash extensions - he wouldn’t know that applying them in the rushed lead-up to a concert was a waste of time and resources. He wouldn’t know that it was a cardinal sin to apply glitzy stage makeup so soon after application, before the glue had time to properly set.

It was a presumption - but one that appeared to be paying off for you. Because it wasn’t the job title that had raised suspicion over your presence backstage.

It was your lack of identification. You had been expecting this, and so didn’t feel intimidated by the sceptical raise of one of his eyebrows.

“They’d give you a lanyard for that…” He picked up the clip of his wearable ID, holding it up for you to see the flimsy piece of paper that gave him the authority in this situation.

You kept your shoulders pushed back and spoke without a waver in your voice, believing the words as they left your mouth. “They did, but I forgot to take it out of my kit when I was running out to get smokes…” You held up the packet of cigarettes as if this proved you were telling the truth. “If you let me through to Victoria’s dressing room, I can get it and I’ll make sure that I don’t take it off until I’m back at my hotel tonight. Deal?”

He kept his arms folded across his chest. “I’m not really in the business of just letting anyone and everyone wander about backstage to their heart's content.”

“You could walk me there.” You said. “Honestly, I get it. I’m just trying to do my job, too.”

He appeared to soften a little, considering your offer as he glanced at the goings-on behind him. “I’ll have to radio someone to take over the door.”

You did your best to maintain your poker face as he reached for the walkie-talkie attached to his belt. This new person added another aspect of risk - they could have a list of expected staff members, a list that didn’t include an eyelash technician.

You knew that avoiding eye-contact would make you look shifty, but you decided you had given this man enough so far, looking away now shouldn’t place you under the label of suspicious. So you let your eyes wander over the space behind him - the hub that was backstage of Max Watts. You had lingered around the attached parking lot on a handful of other occasions. But tonight, you had taken your first steps beyond those gigantic loading dock doors. There wasn’t much to see from your current perspective, a spacious, yet completely undecorated, entry-point for all of the equipment required to put on a successful show at this venue.

All of the exciting, glamorous and exclusive things were tucked away in dressing rooms. You were on the verge of getting to that greatness.

Your heart lifted, starting to pound far too fast when you saw her. Victoria De Angelis, rounding a corner mere metres from where you stood.

This was your chance and you hadn’t come all this way to do a half-ass job at executing your plan.

“Vic, hey.” This was the least convincing thing you had said thus far.

You raised your hand to wave as she approached where you and the bouncer were standing. She was on her own, looking very casual in her ripped jeans with a skateboard tucked under her arm. She returned your wave, smiling politely to you.

“Hey, did you happen to lose an eyebrow technician?” The security guard asked her.

You perked up a little, seeing how perfectly this could work in your favour. “Lash tech.”

She started to nod, standing in front of you and granting you an extraordinary amount of luck. “Yeah. Where did you go, babe?”

“Cigarettes, I thought I told you…” Lying with her was far more nerve-wracking than lying to the bouncer. Even as you dared to keep hoping, you had no idea what to expect. How could you prepare for something that shouldn’t happen?

“Yeah, you probably did and I just forgot about it with all the chaos of sound-check.” She said, before nodding back to where she had just emerged from. “We should get started.”

“Remember that lanyard next time.” The guard called after you as you followed her lead further into the backstage space.

“I was gonna get some frozen yoghurt from the place around the corner, but that can wait.” She gave business-like nods to the unremarkable people that the two of you passed as you walked. You kept in step with her, her laid-back but apparent confidence made it easy to follow her lead. "Just me and my lash tech, nothing to see here."

Nobody stopped you, the authority of the rock star meant there were no questions to face.

She was impossible to read, which left you unable to plan out your next move. You kept silent, just enjoying the ride for as long as it lasted.

Her dressing room was totally empty. She let you step in first, shutting the door behind herself and you heard the lock click into place.

“So you want the selfie, right?” She asked and when you turned to face her, you found that she was wearing a small smile.

“Well, yeah. But I- why would you lie like that for me?” You asked.

She gave a laugh as she placed her skateboard down. “Call it a temporary lapse in judgement.” She straightened up and it would have been impossible to not notice how thoroughly her eyes were working you over, from top to bottom. But your eyes were glued to her as well - taking in these details that you could hardly believe were in your reality.

“Usually I wouldn’t have covered for you.” She said.

“Thank you.” You rushed to say. “I really appreciate it, thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” She said and it sounded brand new when she repeated your name back to you in her thick accent. “Awesome, now I don’t have to just call you lash tech.”

You can call me anything you like, the thought came through so clearly that it was like a physical effort to hold it back. You couldn’t make an ass of yourself in front of her. You always had the right things to say in your fantasies - those daydreams that usually followed looking at too many alluring photos of her.

“I get that you were angling for a selfie. I get it and I’m not mad.” She said, sitting down on the sofa. “But I did that favour for you, and maybe you might want to do a favour for me in return, hm?”

“A favour?” You repeated. “I can go and get you that frozen yoghurt, I know exactly where it is. And I’ll pay for it and everything.”

“Thank you, but no, that wasn’t what I was thinking of.” She said. “Why don’t you come sit down? You lied your way to get back here, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get a bit more comfortable.”

You walked over to the couch, she took her eyes off of you for long enough to type something into her phone. She wrapped up this task and put the device aside, putting it on an end table as you sat down with her. You left one full couch cushion between the two of you as she turned her body to face yours.

“I don’t know if any of my friends would be very surprised over how you got back here.” She said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Security would be pissed. I’m risking a serious lecture from those guys right now. But I just can’t say no to a gorgeous girl.”

“You think that I’m gorgeous?” You asked, the thrill of breaking the venue’s rules was nothing compared to how you felt now.

She had moved in a little closer, smiling at you in such a welcoming way. “Yeah, is that okay?” Her hand was now placed on your thigh and you took a pause to look down at this, needing a second to comprehend this development.

“Yeah. Uh, actually, it’s better than okay. It’s very mutual.” You said, before putting a hand up to your face, which felt like it was glowing bright red now. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I just said that.”

Her hand moved further up from your knee as you held your eyes shut. “Why?” She had moved in closer as well. "I'm glad that you told me that. From the second I saw you, you had my attention, you're exactly my type." You opened your eyes, seeing the smile on her face. "You're sexy. How does your makeup look so good when it's hotter than Satan's armpit outside right now? And you have a really pretty neck."

You were smiling back at her, but you couldn't help furrowing your brow a little. "I do?"

"Oh, has no one ever complimented you on your neck before? They really should. It's so elegant and I wonder… would it be okay if I just rested my face here?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah. If you want to do that, it's okay with me." You weren't sure what was on her mind and what she was leading to, but there was something in the way that she was looking at you that made you want to agree with whatever she said. Her presence had a mild intoxicating effect on you.

There was something wonderfully intimate in feeling the heat of her face against the skin of your neck and you let yourself enjoy how nice it felt. You stopped analysing and when she pressed her lips to your neck, you started to smile. She was moving her hand higher on your thigh as one kiss swiftly followed another. Your heart was racing and you melted into the comfort of the couch a little more.

You giggled when you felt her tongue glide over your skin before she resumed covering this area in her kisses. You put your hand over where hers now held the very top of your thigh, your fingers caressing and encouraging her. You turned your body to face hers as you moved your legs further apart, giving her a greater invitation to all of you.

She started to suck on your skin, her hand gripping you harder. You placed an arm around her, playing with her silky hair. Your other hand started to rub her bare arm, enjoying how soft her skin was. You let your eyes flutter shut, sinking deeper into all of the sensations.

You couldn’t contain a moan as she sucked on your neck harder. But this noise was quickly mangled, a muffled sob as surprise and pain ripped you back to reality.

It wasn’t a regular occurrence that a woman incorporated some nibbling as part of your foreplay. And you were certain that it had never hurt you to this extent before.

“Oh, okay, I’m…” You were trying to figure out how to do this in a way that wouldn’t hurt her feelings. You had to be gentle if you wanted to avoid her changing her mind about all of this. “I’m not so sure about all of that.”

You leaned slightly away from her and she came away from your neck with a quick inhale. She had gulped audibly as you turned to look at her. Those sky blue eyes were darker than before and she licked her lips.

“Maybe we could work our way up to stuff like that.” You said, keeping your tone conversational.

She studied your face. “But I thought that you said you were willing to do a favour for me.”

“I- well, we might need to have a talk about what you had in mind.” You were getting distracted from what you were trying to say because your neck hadn’t stopped hurting. Instead it was radiating heat, it almost felt wet, but that wouldn’t make any sense. “I’m sure that I’ll want to do it. But I kinda want to know what you’re…” You raised your fingers to this area, the curiosity blossoming and keeping you from fully focusing. “...planning or expecting.” She licked her lips again. “So you and me can be on the same page, or whatever.”

Your fingers felt moist as you removed them from your neck and held them in front of your face, you saw the tips were now bright red. Nothing felt right, you were grasping at a bunch of uncanny aspects and trying to find the familiar to save you as your heart raced.

“Did you bite my fucking neck?” You asked, your mouth uncomfortably dry.

“I…” She couldn’t get much further without giggling. “Yeah. I guess when I was complimenting it, I left out the word delicious.” Your eyes grew wide as you stared at her, disbelieving of how casual she still appeared. Her reaction at odds with yours, to such a degree that you questioned yourself.

She started to twirl some of her hair around her finger, watching you with that amused look. “I knew that you were my type beyond just the way you look. You don’t just look good, you’re more than a sexy girl to me. You also smell so good to me.”

The door was less than ten steps away and the lock had looked very straightforward. But you didn’t look in this direction, you didn’t consider your path to freedom. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, with your curiosity overruling everything else, you couldn’t help being fascinated by this unreal scenario you had stumbled into.

“I don’t think that I know what’s going on right now.” You said, you weren’t taking advantage of the available space on the couch to put some distance between your bodies.

Her smile was just as big as before, still welcoming and warm, there was nothing about her that inspired the feeling of threat. “I think you do.”

You watched the motion of her running her tongue along her top row of teeth. This drew your attention to something you hadn’t noticed before (even though you had been staring very intently).

The two canines had a distinct point, they protruded down longer than the white neighbouring teeth. What you had mistaken for regular teeth were now revealed as dangerous fangs. Things that you hadn’t been expecting, were now falling into place.

“Do you wanna touch them?” She asked as you studied the unusual teeth.

You showed her an uneasy smile. “But won’t they hurt me?”

“No, I wouldn’t trick you like that. I’m totally in control of them, I promise.” She said. “I can see that you’re interested by them, so come on, give them a touch.”

You reached towards her, your index finger extended and she leaned in closer again. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting to feel, but there was no seam where the plastic cover met her tooth, these were naturally growing out of her gums. She held her mouth open, sitting perfectly still as you carried out this strange inspection. You moved your finger down, passing the tip across that pointed end. It scraped against your skin, without breaking it or leaving a visible scratch.

“Sharp.” It was all that you could think of to say.

Her hand had returned to your thigh, resting on your denim shorts. “But they’re not that scary, are they?” You took your hand away from her mouth. “Do you like them?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve never seen anything like them before. Not in, um, real life.” You said.

“Do you wanna lick them?” She asked, a playful glimmer in her eyes.

You giggled nervously. “I don’t know about that…”

She had started to run her fingers through the front of your hair, stroking so gently. “You don’t wanna know how they would feel against your tongue? ‘Cause to be totally honest with you babygirl, I really wanna know how your tongue feels in my mouth.” You were relaxing against the couch again, putting no thoughts into how far away the exit door was. “And if you don’t like how it feels, we can stop…”

You leaned in closer. “So you want me to just… um, put my tongue, and…?”

“Yeah, it’ll be just like what we did before. You trust me that I’m not gonna bite, don’t you?” She asked and you nodded straight away. “I’m glad you trust me, I’m not gonna do anything that makes you regret that. Okay, I’ll hold my mouth open like before, but this time you touch the fangs with your tongue. Go ahead, baby.”

You were too intrigued to question any of this, it wasn’t like anything you had done before. But something inside of you was certain this would be fun, you were being urged to indulge this experience. You licked your lips, eyes fixed on her mouth as you moved closer.

She opened her mouth, setting her jaw in place. You tilted your head, getting the angle right as you locked your eyes onto the target. The tip of your tongue met her fang and you let your eyes flutter shut as you dragged your tongue up this smooth surface.

Your tongue had just reached her gum when she wrapped her lips around it, gently sucking on your tongue. You whined quietly as she started to rub her tongue against the bottom of yours.

All of your earlier confusion and concerns were rapidly deserting you, as you kissed her back. This was more than you had dared to hope for with this adventure into trespassing. The thrilling arousal rose up inside of you as she effortlessly exceeded all of your fantasies - tapping into desires that you hadn’t known were living inside of you.

She was gripping your leg as she pulled away. “Did you like that, babygirl?”

You put your hand up to her cheek, your fingers stroking across her wonderfully warm skin. “Yeah, you’re a really great kisser.”

“Right back at you.” She said with a smile. “Do you wanna lick my fangs some more?”

“Yeah, I- um…”

Her fingers moved through your hair. “I want you to put your tongue back in my mouth…” You nodded. “...and you can lick my fangs again.” You kept nodding your head. “But this time, I’m gonna give you a gentle, little bite on your tongue. And as we’re kissing, you’re gonna bleed into my mouth and it’s gonna turn me on so much, all from one little bite.” You had stopped nodding, now just staring at her with wide eyes. “It’ll be a little prick, I won’t bite very hard, it won’t be a puncture. The piercings you’ve got in your ear would hurt more.” She went on playing with your hair. “And if you don’t like it, we can stop straight away.”

“Straight?” You repeated in a moment of mock-surprise.

She giggled, but didn’t join you in joking around. “The thing is, kitten, my fangs were made for drawing blood.”

“We can stop if it hurts too much?” You asked.

“Exactly. You’re totally in control, you’re just very generously letting me indulge in my dark needs.” She said. “Come here, I want to kiss you more.”

You didn’t resist because you weren’t done with this sinful fantasy. You caressed her cheek as she leaned in closer, softly placing her lips on yours.

She worked her mouth slowly on yours, any traces of the blood she had drawn from your neck was now gone. She draped an arm around your shoulders and you tilted your head, finding it easy to fall into this rhythm with her. She lightly sucked on your lower lip and you could feel how quickly your heart was beating, hinting at some dark needs of your own.

Without pausing to consider any of the consequences that might come from this action - you pushed your tongue between her lips. You moved into her mouth, continuing even as the hand you held to her cheek trembled. You copied your earlier movements, almost like you were on auto-pilot, with your tongue moving up to those fangs. The tip of your tongue had met her supernatural weapon and she started to suck, her lips securing around your tongue.

When the bite came, it felt more like a pinch, with a hint of sharpness. She whimpered, holding onto you tighter than before.

The sting from her fang was over so fast, with her resuming passionately kissing you. The unfamiliar taste of your blood couldn’t repel you. You were so distracted by your lust for this woman that you hardly noticed the taste. Soon, you were whining along with her, the arousal so powerful.

You were breathless as she pulled away. When your eyes started to flutter open, you found that she was licking her lips.

“It’s almost ridiculous how good you taste.” She said, her hand had moved up from your thigh, now resting on your crotch. “Do you like how my bites feel?”

You furrowed your brow. “Yeah, but I feel like that’s kinda weird, like I shouldn’t like them as much-”

“Shh.” She gently asserted, her fingers caressing the nape of your neck. “I know that this whole situation is very strange for you, kind of alien, right? But it can be easy, you’ve gotta just not question it. Analysing this and how you’re feeling is just gonna take you out of the moment.

“If you’re enjoying it, then let yourself enjoy. Have fun and be a good girl for me, fulfil your favour to me.”

You nodded - it was effortless to agree with everything she was saying, because she was making so much sense. “Okay.”

“This is a bit more than what you had bargained for when you turned up here today, huh?” She asked. “But you don’t have to be shy. If you wanna show me your body, then you can do that.”

“I, um, well, I… oh my God, you’re just gonna take your top off?” You asked, your cheeks burning as you watched her lifting up the bottom of her singlet.

“Yeah, I figured it would be more polite for me to take some of my clothes off first, after you’ve already let me bite you twice.” She said, your eyes taking in the sight of her perky breasts. You thought hers were the most perfect nipples you had ever seen, your fingers itching to play with the ring pierced through one.

She didn’t hesitate to undo the fly of her jeans, standing up to roll the ripped denim down her legs. “I don’t know if you’re used to women being so forward with you. And with me being about five-hundred-years-old, you might think I had learned some patience, to know how to take things slow.” She had stripped down to a pair of skimpy underwear. “But tasting your blood, it turned me on so much.

“Do I turn you on?” She asked, resting her knee beside your ass on the couch.

“Frequently.” You said as you looked up at her. “Oh my God, why do I keep saying such cringe things?”

She lowered herself down, sitting on your lap. Her smiling face was so close to yours. “I don’t think it’s cringe, because I want to turn you on.” She cupped your face in her hands. “You can touch me, you can kiss me anywhere, you can do whatever you like. Can I take these clothes off of you, please?”

“Uh-huh.” You said.

She took your clothes off, her fingers lingering over all of this exposed skin. You were too turned on to feel any insecurities, kissing her as she pushed your underwear out of the way.

Her hand glided down over your crotch. “Is this pussy wet for me, pretty girl?”

“Uh-huh.”

She moved to sit beside you, draping one of her legs across your lap. “You’re just so delicious.” She trailed her fingers up your stomach, touching light enough that goosebumps began to form on your skin. “There are so many spots that I wanna prick with my fangs.” Her fingers caressed the side of your breast. “Would you let me do that, would let me drink just a little bit more of your amazing blood?”

You looked into her eyes, looking for something that would inspire fear, something that would motivate you to leave. “Only a little?”

“A little bit.” She said. “I said that I’m gonna make it so you don’t regret trusting me and I’m gonna stick to that. But, looking at you is making me so very hungry.”

She put her fingers underneath your chin, using this to gently bring you in closer. She kissed you, her hot mouth crushing against yours and you wrapped your arms around her. She arched her back, pressing her body into yours and the two of you found a rhythm that delved into your mutual hunger. She rubbed her tongue against the roof of your mouth until you were moaning.

“I can stay away from your neck, you don’t need to worry about me hitting the jugular, or anything serious like that.” She said. “I can go down lower, like onto these gorgeous tits.” She cupped one in her hand, licking her lips. “I’m sure you’ve had hickeys here before.”

“Um, maybe, like, one or two…”

“Well it’s gonna be like that, just a little more intense.” She said. “Because I wanna absolutely worship these tits. Would you like to try and see if you like it or not?”

“One?” You asked as she went on fondling your breast.

She nodded. “One.”

She held eye-contact with you as she lowered her face down to the swell of your breasts. She was studying your face as she opened her mouth, making contact by licking up your skin. She brought her lips together in a kiss that rested above your nipple. You didn’t feel any sharpness as she laid her lips down onto your flesh, one kiss following the next at an indulgent pace. Her eyes fluttered shut and you started to run your fingers through her long hair.

She let her fangs drag across your boob, pressing lightly enough that no skin was broken. Instead this was a warm scratch, which felt so good that you couldn’t help but smile.

You moaned when she started to circle your nipple with her tongue. She got the hardening nub coated in her saliva as she toyed with it, all of this only making your cunt ache with need all the more.

Your gut clenched when you felt her fangs sink into the tissue of your boob. This was followed by the softness of her lips as you let your eyes shut, not denying a single reaction that your body was having. It was all so thrilling.

She pulled back, licking her lips. You cupped her cheek, choosing to not look at the damage done to your body. “Did you like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

She rested her forehead against yours, starting to catch her breath. “I want you to feel good too, babygirl. How about you rub that pussy for me, hm?” The smell of your blood was so thick on her breath. “Why don’t you show me just how much I turn you on?”

You nodded your head, already sliding your hand down the front of your body, feeling across the familiar ridges. You pushed your hand over your pubic mound, stretching your fingers out to part your folds. Your middle finger brushed against your clit and your muscles tensed in response.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” She said, her eyes watching as you explored this wet area.

You were becoming so consumed by your lust that her next bite on your breast only registered as pleasure. It made you press the tips of your fingers harder against your slippery clit. She didn’t retract her fangs as she started to suck and so you didn’t let up on the pressure on your clitoris, feeling how your arms had begun to shake.

You couldn’t slow yourself down, absolutely desperate to continue feeling how sensitive your clitoral hood was, with more parts of your body picking up these tingles. You whined as she relaxed her jaw, releasing from this bite so that she could lick up the blood as it trickled from your new wound.

“Good kitten.” She rasped and you wrapped an arm around her, your hand like a claw grasping to her shoulder. “That’s it. Oh, you’re doing amazing. You’re unbelievable, you just keep getting tastier.”

“Mn, fuck.” You whimpered, your body filled with the most intoxicating desires. “Oh, oh fuck.”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop making that pussy feel so good for me.”

You sobbed aloud, involuntarily twitching when she bit into you again. She had remained on the same breast, this time sinking her teeth in just above your nipple, with her lower lip resting on the ring of your areola.

Your arousal spiked up to a new and delirious height when she started to suck, more of your skin drawn between her lips. She pointed her tongue, working this over your nipple in a way that kept you squirming. All of these powerful stimulations combining to form a tension so deep within you.

“Oh my God.” You gasped as you felt the way she was manipulating your nipple reaching down to your core.

She pulled away, the blood was bright red on her lips, some of it trickling down, dirtying her chin a little. With one hand, she grabbed your face, holding tightly as she looked into your eyes. “I am your God.”

You weakly nodded your head as an excitement greater than anything you had known before coursed through your veins. You couldn’t contain the cry that came when she moved her mouth over to your other boob, immediately sinking her teeth in. As those fangs pierced your skin, your hips jerked up.

Your clit had grown so swollen under your fingers as you rubbed it. You thought about how dangerous this stranger was, under all of the seduction, she had the means to harm you. At any second, she could switch and seriously hurt you, in a way that you might never fully recover from - even, death.

But this knowledge didn’t make you pull your body away from where she eagerly sucked at your boob. It didn’t have any effect on how you played with your clit. You continued to swirl your fingers on this tight bundle of nerves because it still felt so incredible - better than any masturbation from your past.

In the delirium that your arousal created, even the threat to your safety added to the seduction. It made this whole thing more exciting, heightening your senses and adding to the tension.

“Put your fingers inside now.” She purred, sitting back so that she could watch your cunt.

There was no hesitation in how you moved, taking your very wet pointer finger down. You tilted your pelvis as you felt your way to your dripping entrance, letting your finger disappear inside.

She brushed her nose against your cheek, embracing you with an arm around your shoulders. “Aw, isn’t that finger a little lonely in there?”

She placed her hand over where yours worked into your cunt, moulding her hand to yours and lining her fingers up. She stretched your cunt open so that her index finger could serve as something of a shadow to your own. She guided your hand, setting into a rhythm of how your fingers could work.

“Ah, fuck… oh my…” You whimpered as your hips started to move, catching onto her consistent rhythm.

“That’s it, kitten.” She praised, with some kisses on your flushed cheek. “Just like that.”

She added her middle finger, then started to curl them, guiding your own finger to this new angle. You rocked your hips, feeling the pressure on your cunt increase, too intense for you to think of anything else.

All of these stimulations were meeting together, powering you even closer to that daunting edge. You were too sensitive to stay silent, breathy moans falling from your lips as she kissed and licked across your breasts, somewhat cleaning the mess she had made.

“Are you getting close for me, kitten?” She asked.

You rocked your head back, resting it against the wall as your eyes squeezed shut. “Mm-hmm, yea- ah, fuck, so close.”

“Hang on.” She instructed.

You mourned the moment as she took both of your hands away from your crotch, your pussy walls uselessly clenching around nothing. Your hips weren’t still straight away, rocking some more until you fell out of the momentum.

When you opened your eyes, it was to find that she had moved her body down to the ground, sitting between your parted knees. Your jaw fell slack and it felt like all of your body was burning with that need for climax. Her beautiful eyes were locked onto yours as she leaned closer to your crotch.

She was remarkably gentle as she commenced licking your cunt. She moved her tongue slowly between your folds, exploring this area with a tender massage. Her long licks kept your body tingling as she looked up at you. There weren’t any hints of her sharp fangs, no pain brought to your crotch. The warmth of her mouth covered your cunt and she hummed happily upon tasting your essence directly from the source.

She placed her hands on the insides of your thighs, softly guiding your legs (and pussy lips) further apart. Your heart was launched into your throat as you watched her face move down lower, her eyes fluttering shut.

The tip of her tongue explored your slit, lazy little waves against your entrance. Your chest swelled as you tilted your pelvis, feeling so many of your nerves quivering. She filled your cunt and you rocked your hips forward, getting closer to her beautiful face.

She moved her tongue up, rubbing it against your pussy walls and tasting even more of you. You felt weaker than before, resting your head back and surrendering to all of this.

Between your fluttering walls, she explored, leaving you whimpering. You lifted your butt and started to ride her tongue fully. She gave an approving moan and you were rewarded with a greater pressure on your aching pussy. She let you set the speed, nodding her head as you needed.

Your noises only got louder when she experimented with flicking her tongue up. You grinded down against her, your needy cunt opening up further for her. Your toes curled with the excitement of her discovering your g-spot.

She pushed her face into you, lavishing more attention upon this spot. Your back arched, your breathing hitching as you realised the orgasm was dawning upon you.

With her tongue working consistently, she gradually drew this daunting conclusion out of you.

The tension in your body melted as you dissolved into pleasure. It was a powerful pleasure, which took you away from everything else. You could no longer feel any pain, instead you were basking in the warm satisfaction she had gifted to you.

You remained still, blissfully ignorant to anything beyond your own body for the moment.

You were feeling a little groggy as you slowly opened your eyes. You found that she was no longer kneeling down in front of you, instead she had gotten to her feet. You were deeply confused as you watched her pulling her clothes on.

“What’s going on?” You asked, attempting to sit forward, only to find you were very dizzy, feeling off balance until you sat back again. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, definitely not, babygirl.” She said as she hastily zipped her jeans up. “You’re amazing in every single way, seriously. It’s me.” She went over to the vanity counter, which only had a few things sitting on it, she grabbed up the packet of face wipes. “We’ve got press and interviews and stuff to do before the gig.” Looking at the mirror, she cleaned her face. “And the guys will be cool, they’ll cover for me for one or two, but I really can’t expect them to keep that up for too long.

“Even though they would completely understand.” She said, checking her teeth for any suspicious-looking residue. “So I gotta do the whole Måneskin-thing for an hour, maybe more…”

You made another attempt at sitting forward, you thought the time had come for you to put your clothes back on. But that unpleasant light-headed feeling swept through you again - getting your strength back wasn’t going to come easily or quickly, it seemed.

“Well, I should go too…”

“No.” She said as she turned to face you. “You need to rest. Please, for my sake, stay. I would really appreciate it. Here’s some water and a fuzzy robe that you can wrap yourself up in and- please, at least stay until you finish the bottle of water.”

Your body felt very tender as you pushed your arms into the soft bathrobe. “Alright. But, like, what do I say if someone comes in? ‘Cause that’s probably- I mean, I assume...”

“No, nobody should come in. But if they do, you can just tell them you’re my masseuse.” She said.

You raised your eyebrows at her. “Your masseuse, am I in a porno or something?”

“It’ll work, trust me.” She said, giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead. “You gotta stick around, you haven’t gotten that selfie yet.”

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